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My Scar Wants To Talk.

Even if you discuss ideas and content that books have been written about, it will never be the same thing as when it is expressed through the original being that you are. When you peel off the voices of others that have accumulated and calcified, you bring out your own voice.

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Keep Calm And Carry On? I’d Rather Dancethef*ckon.

How does one dancethef*ckon? Here’s how we did it. Dancers gathered in an opening circle. My co-facilitator and I shared the tale of the dancethef*ckon-athon’s co-creation. Anybody who wished to speak their intent aloud was invited to do so. Everybody was invited to write what they wished to  ...

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Put The Pen Down: Bad Advice From Good Friends.

While I’m becoming more aware of advice's bitter taste, I still find myself chewing some up -- hoping to glean a nugget of wisdom from well-meaning insights people have about me. I mean, God forbid I became one of those guarded girls with her walls up. I want to be oyster-open, to the world, to  ...

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The Point Of No Return.

The general consensus among the crowd on the far side was that she had lost her mind, possibly a breakdown that could be treated with drugs or therapy. Maybe she was sick in some way and hadn’t told anyone, or maybe she was just a fool. All they could see was that she would be leaving comfort  ...

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Darling, Don’t Be The Good Girl.

And I’ve kept my mouth shut. I’ve delicately arranged the duct tape over my own lips. Do-it-yourself oppression. Bring-your-own degradation. I’ve stood in the path of hurricanes — tied my own hands to the tracks. It’s just the way things are done, darling. It’s just the silence we all  ...

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Healer, Heal Thyself: Contemplations On Hair And Energy.

I do not feel diminished spiritually by this transition. I feel younger, and more vulnerable. I am spiritually vulnerable right now, and I do not mind the world to see it on my outside, on my face. I am a spring lamb caught in the rebirth of autumn. I am stronger now in my vulnerability than  ...

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